On my way home
Appeared a stranger
We were both alone
Wandering travellers

We sat under the tree
And had some bread
Talking wild and free
An amusing chat

I told him of my stories
Of love, hate and guilt
But I saw Lord's glory
I'll soon leave this field

The odd man chuckled
Called me naive and dull
Said my faith was the shackle
And drilled nonsense to my skull

He said I should return
To the beast I had served
Shoul've let the flames burn
To get the joy I deserve

I've stained my soul
With blood and flesh
He said if happiness is the goal
I should sin more, guilt less

He made no sense
I was frustrated
With no second glance
I walked away angered

The pictures played like video
Tortures I had performed
All so clear and slow
The memories were formed

Have I failed again?
But today, it's my own blood I licked
I'm out of lion's den
To crocodile's nest I flicked






© Skye Nicole